Truckpump Flow
You just made the world's first rap track
With nothing but quotes from the Crap Shack.
You could've Quasimodo'd the cathedral bell,
You chose to bring me a wind chime,
You think this is pre-school show and tell,
Where we sing a nursery rhyme?
So brace yourself for the aftershock,
Fee fi fo fum, your cradle's gonna start to rock.
"Hanging in the gamemaking scene",
Hey, didn't you get the memo?
You also joined a site with a Game and Demo.
That one didn't do any damages,
I love playing with my legos,
I'll even show it in other languages,
"Uber alles... ¡Siempre juegos!"
Getting shit wrong may be your game,
But everyone knows about the genie
And Aladdin wasn't his name!
Psssh, you have to excuse my buddy Afura,
He takes writing tips from a little guy called
BloodyAsura.
Learnt my flow from the Truckpump,
Got my fire from the D-Trump,
Don't you get it,
You're just one of the apprentices,
A little boy
Phased by Maori breasteses.
And this is getting kind of absurd,
The king of the jungle
Poised to kill a mockingbird,
Swallow you whole,
Turn you to a lion-shit turd.
Clownfish want to start a war,
Take a knock at the barracuda,
But you can be Nemo, you can be Jaws,
I'll still be like, "Fuck a Bakafura!"
Yup, your national bird is nocturnal,
I also heard it's flightless,
No matter how hard it tries,
It'll never be our ibis,
That's kind of like you, you see,
Flap, drop, roll,
Some things just not meant to be.
And some gigs just meant to be in a joke club,
Like your life goal:
To finally give RZA that blowjob.
Redeem yourself, write something worth meditatin',
People want rhymes so ill they gotta start medicatin',
But I ain't gotta take a shit to start contemplatin'
Ain't gotta hit Excel to start tabulatin'
The fact that your crayon's not gonna write anything better,
In a gunfight, you don't bring a squirt gun,
You bring the Beretta,
But I ain't need it
Now that I burned your ass
With this Scarlet Letter.
Last Edit: November 02, 2008, 01:29:31 am by Strangeluv